Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that has aspirations to rule the world.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A keyring full of random keys you're afraid to throw away
A Flux Capacitor
A Fish Spatula
A compass (the circle-drawing kind)
A bottle of whiskey with a toe floating inside
A wilhelm scream
A dongle
A box of honeycomb cereal
A handful of perfectly sauced spaghetti
A map of the LGBTQIA+ community

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